Help Scottie, Help (I’m Tweaking and I Can’t Beam Up) George Clinton

Money, dinero, mossadie. mucho guinneia
Yen, franc, grip, dubloon
"But do you DO foodstamps?"
"BITCH!!!"
"Help, Scottie, help. I'm tweaking and I can't beam up!"
You're chewing Doublemint. Thafs a good gum."
"SO."
"Yeah. I like Doublemint. Could I have some?"
"NO."
"OH!
You gotch your pimpin' on tonight, as though I'm looking like a "Ho"
"Yeah, you got that right!"
"What?"
"Yo, I don't believe I know him."
"Call him Scottie, Stella."
"Is he the same Scottie from 'Star Crack llluminati?"
Yeah, where ya get
Lit up and enlightened with your "highbeams" on
Aw, hell

Ease up off my rock, 'cause you can't stand, shit's too deep
You wanna cop but you can't hang 'cause you too weak
You cold be hawkin' for a crack o' what I got
But you pull back, 'cause you can't afford the shit, the shit ain't cheap
I'll have you tweakin' for whatever you hope I might drop
You see me comin'
You come runnin' top speed up the block
Hopin' Scottie stops you get put down much
Lower level to da curb kibble after kibble
I can't be rerocked, rinsed, pushed
One hit is all you get
And there'll be no gettin enough of this good shit
Folks be lyin' when they said
"I had enough."
Scottie, just push it down and cool
Watch 'em smoke it up
Double up action ain't shit, get three for twenty or trey
'Cause every hit, be bein' a pocket full of money, ya see here
I stay paid, my Me bein' the reason
I got 'em sprung and they're gettin' me rich season outta season